Angela:
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I look up at Brother's face like he has grown horns at his words.
“What did you say?...” I whisper in disbelief.
However, his face remains unchanged as he repeats,
“I need you to assist me in using the washroom; as you can see, I'm injured, and I can't manage with my left hand,” he says nonchalantly, showing me his wounded hand I have just finished dressing.
The injury really isn't healing. Why isn't it healing, and how did he even sustain that kind of wound?
“Go on, I can't hold it in any longer.” He mumbles, breaking me out of my daze.
“Brother, there's no way in hell…”
“I could find that boyfriend of yours to reverse what I did. I even got hurt helping you, yet you’ve already gone back on your word. I should have realized you weren't going to…” I zone out on him.
“
